I've always admitted that I'm ruled by my passions.
Everything makes me nervous - except making films.
Why shouldn't gay people be able to live as open and freely as everybody else? What it comes down to, ultimately, is love. How can anything bad come out of love? The bad stuff comes out of mistrust, misunderstanding and, God knows, from hate and from ignorance.
People who know me well, call me Elizabeth. I dislike Liz.
I sweat real sweat and I shake real shakes.
I've only slept with men I've been married to. How many women can make that claim?